[Comprehensive British and American] When You Are the Caped Crusader

A different Batman, if you mind, a bit darker? Maybe? Second person —— Your back has been broken. When your lower body is lying on the soft carpet of Wayne Manor without feeling, when your vision is blurry and you watch that person leave, when your whole body is closed and your eyes are filled with images of death. You suddenly want to laugh - you grab the carpet, your hands so tight that you can see the veins. You heard Alfred breathing heavily and saw him standing in the corridor looking at you sadly. Those eyes that were always calm are now full of sadness ——He is worried about you, even though he himself is not in a good condition. But the butler's eyes are always on you. You closed the corners of your raised lips again. The blood slid from your forehead to the corners of your lips, and your sensitive taste buds had already conveyed the rusty smell to your mind before you noticed it. After a dead silence, you still gave your butler a reassuring, gentle smile. You raised your bloody arm to wipe your face, and said hoarsely: "It doesn't matter, Alfred. I'm okay, I'm okay..." It's just that my back was broken, and I may never be able to stand up, and I need to rely on a wheelchair to live my life. You said comfortingly: "Don't worry, Av, I'll be fine - we'll all be fine." ... You tell the housekeeper not to worry. But unfortunately, you now can never wipe your face clean. Intention: No